Karaoké The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!) La Blonde du Far-West (Doris Day)

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' on over the plains

With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins

Beautiful sky a wonderful day

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Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-headin' on over the hills

Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills

Dangerous land no time to delay

So

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We're headin' straight for town loaded down with a fancy cargo

Care of Wells and Fargo

Illinois, boy

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest

Like a homing pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest

Twenty-three miles we've covered today

So

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The wheels go turnin' round homeward bound

Can't you hear 'em humming?

Happy times are coming for to stay

Hey

We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon

And our hearts are thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune

When I get home

I'm fixing to stay

So

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Whip-crack-away lntroducin' Henry Miller just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla

He's a showman and he's smarter operates the golden Garter

Where the cream of Deadwood city come to dine

And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine

Hi Joe, say where d'you get them fancy clothes?

I know off some fellow's laundry line

Hi Beau

Aren't you the Prairie Rose

Smelling like a watermelon vine

Here's a man the sheriff watches

On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches

On the draw there's no-one faster and you're flirting with disaster

When Bill Hickok's reputation you malign

And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of a friend of mine

Oh my throats as dry as a desert thistle in May

In the Golden Garter gonna wet my whistle today

Last to the bar's a three-legged crow

Set 'em up Joe

Set 'em up Joe

Set 'em up Joe

Set 'em up Joe